Female student: I'm sorry, the prince is mine.

After the autumn of the Thirteenth Year in South Vietnam, the weather began to become extremely cold.

On October 15th of the lunar calendar, the first heavy snow swept across, covering the entire northern border in silver.

The people in the northern border had no time to take measures to prevent the cold, and the food storage at home was not enough. Soon, hungry people and mourners were everywhere.

The Holy One is in great mourning and wants to send Prince Xiang to command an army to provide relief. He will set off today.

***

When the imperial edict arrived, Prince Xuan Qing of Xiang was also standing thoughtfully in front of the purple gold armor in the study room, which emitted a soft and dense light in the daytime.

There is a popular rumor among the people that this armor was made from the spoils of war when the prince went to the Liuli Kingdom.

"Your Majesty, your Majesty has a decree." Wang Gonggong was already waiting outside the door.

Prince Xiang turned around. He was tall and tall, with broad shoulders and a thin waist. He was wearing a dark robe, and his firm lines were faintly visible. Under the silver dragon-patterned mask, the deep eyes were like a mysterious deep pool. The phoenix eyes were slightly lowered, looking down at the visitor.

His lower jaw was slightly raised, and the corners of his mouth had a slightly upward curve. It was obviously a good-looking curve, but it was extremely chilling and chilling.

The prince is also an old man in the palace. He only knows that Prince Xiang has outstanding appearance, but he has never seen the face behind the mask. However, even with the ghost face covered, you can still tell that he looks extraordinary. The looming purple and golden light in those dark eyes showed an extremely noble appearance. Even the Holy One said that this general would be a blessing to South Vietnam.

Hey, what a beautiful man, but it's a pity that he can't even smile... The prince suddenly felt sad, but he didn't show it on his face. Seeing him bowing his hand to him, he hurriedly read out the imperial edict.

"I obey the order. Thank you, Your Majesty. I'll see you off." Prince Xiang accepted the order and walked towards the back room of the study.

"Thank you for your hard work, Eunuch Wang, please." Wu Shen, the head guard, smiled and sent Eunuch Wang and the accompanying young eunuch Xiao Liuzi out of the door. He trotted back to the study and saw that his master was ready to go.

"Master, please wait for me for a moment, and I will leave with you immediately."

"No, you stay here and look at the armor." Xuan Qing also looked at the purple spots shining through the white snow light emitted by the armor, "Soon, it's time."

"Ah...but I'm afraid you may need something then." After all, this master is really worried...

"What a shame!" Xuan Qing also flew over with a flash of his eye: "She is very important, not you, so I don't worry. Xuan Zhao Yi, handsome Xuan Jiajun, will go out with me on the expedition!"

"Then...that's alright..." Wu Shen saw that his master had handed over all his women to him, and thought to himself: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm still his confidant."

***

The princes and the others had already left Prince Xiang's Mansion, and Xiao Liuzi, who was following him, finally couldn't help but ask: "Master, this is Prince Xiang." Xiao Liuzi looked around and leaned his head towards him: "Why don't you kneel down to receive the order? "

Wang Gonggong cast a sidelong glance at Xiao Liuzi and said, "Why are you such a gossip? Stop asking about the affairs of the Prince and His Majesty." Then he snorted, quickly moved away from him, and walked forward quickly.

Xiao Liuzi pursed his lips, the prince... and the Holy Master... this, this, this... are really unspeakable, unspeakable. He quickened his pace and hurriedly caught up.

***

Soon, Prince Xuanqing of Xiang also commanded Xuanjia's army and a thousand elite soldiers to leave the city from the north gate and head straight to the north.

The people of the capital spontaneously stood on both sides of Xuanwu Street to bid farewell to the nearly two thousand soldiers and horses in an orderly manner.

Of course, the young women came to see the prince's appearance.

"Wow, what a brave prince!"

"He looks so cold!"

"Oh, that's right! Is it possible that I should still be gentle to you?"

"Tell me, what kind of person does the prince like?"

"What? I wonder if the ministers who wanted to say goodbye were reprimanded by the Holy One? What are you thinking?"

"The Holy One still cares about this matter?"

"That's right. I heard that it would be even worse to go directly to Prince Xiang's Mansion to propose marriage. No matter how highly respected the master is in the court, he will always be thrown out by the prince!"

"Oh my god... he's so handsome..."

.......

The crowd was filled with such talk, but only those nearby could hear it. After all, in such a serious scene, the women could only whisper to their close sisters.

More voices shouted: "Your Majesty triumphs!"

They had not heard about the edict, but as soon as they saw the totem of Prince Xiang's Mansion, they spontaneously stood on both sides of the street to say goodbye. As long as the prince goes on an expedition, something dangerous and major must have happened.

"Hey!" Wu Shen watched the army go away in the crowd, sighed, and turned back to the palace.

The prince ordered the purple-gold armor to be wiped three times a day, and a flying pigeon sent a letter every day reporting the condition of the purple-gold armor. Don't slack off. It was not yet noon, and he was worried, thinking that he should wipe off the armor first.

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The heavy snow in the north began to lighten in the evening when Xuan Qing Yishuai's army set out, and soon it stopped, leaving only the hunting north wind whimpering in the dark night.

It was as if the land knew he was going on an expedition and stopped snowing to welcome him.

It will be more than a month before we go to the northern border.

Because of the arrival of Prince Xiang, the people's sentiment in the northern border was stabilized. The army distributed relief food in an orderly manner and conveniently cleaned up a few Xiling craftsmen who had taken advantage of the disaster to disrupt the situation. The victims were quickly resettled.

After the post-disaster reconstruction work was completed, Xuan Qing also rushed back to Beijing with his troops.

The Holy Emperor was quite satisfied with this disaster relief, so he rewarded the corresponding officials generously and promised to take a rest in advance.

Xuan Qing also had something on his mind, so he did not stay in court for long. After making arrangements in the army, he returned directly to his house.

As soon as he arrived at the palace, Xuan Qing also walked straight to the study, remembering the purple gold armor.

Before he even stepped into the study, Wu Shen rolled up to him and came to greet him: "Your Majesty! You are finally back!"

Xuan Qing also frowned, could it be?

Wu Shen saw his master looking at him in a panic, with a look on his face that was about to get angry, so he quickly stood up and had his plastic surgery: "Well... the master came back just in time, that purple gold armor..."

?

When the prince with a tired face heard the words "Purple Gold Armor", his eyes suddenly lit up. Regardless of what he was going to say next, he walked past him and entered the room to check. When he saw Zijin Armor, the light in his eyes suddenly dimmed. , it still exudes light like snow, I think it’s not yet time.

He stretched out his slender hand and stroked it. It was still warm, but he couldn't feel any change of breath. Where is she after thousands of years, and when can she meet him again?

"Zijinjia hasn't responded yet..." Wu Shen muttered, then he felt a deep and cold gaze across his face, and a low and solemn voice came from above his head: "Speak completely later."

"Wushen knows..." You didn't even wait for me to finish...

Wu Shen felt aggrieved, and was about to raise his head to quibble a few words, only to realize that their prince looked pale, as if he was injured, and suddenly felt something was wrong: "Your Majesty, you...didn't you move the restriction?"

This is incredible!

"Oops! I said something would happen if I wasn't here. Don't you know that the ban can't stop you? My Lord! Let me help you heal your injuries." Wu Shen held his master's arm and walked towards the ice room. .

"I'll go by myself. When you look at Zijin Jia, I can't feel her breath, but I always feel that it's just recently." As for the restrictions imposed during disaster relief, he doesn't care at all. Only when the people are safe can he have more Time to investigate and wait.

Xuanqing also pushed Wushen away and entered the ice room alone.

In the critical situation of the northern border, he could only use his divine power to protect the hearts and minds of the victims. Only then could his soldiers have more time to help them build cellars for storing grain, and only then could they have time to wait for grain and herbs to be shipped from various provinces. Fight for more vitality.

Soon, the people's residences were repaired, the seeds for the coming year were finally put into the cellar, and the vegetables for the winter finally arrived in the north. Everything went well, and he hurried back.

During the disaster relief, it was not that there was nothing gained. At least he got the footprints of some ghost merchants and chased them all the way. He was sure that they had arrived in the capital. Their sense of smell has always been keen, so there must be some good goods that need to be circulated somewhere in the capital for laundering.

Soon, they will appear again.

Thousands of years of ice have been placed in the ice chamber. Whenever the prohibition is violated and the fire is triggered, one only needs to meditate here for a while.

Xuan Qing also coughed lightly. The restraint in her body has become more active recently. She is also working hard and wants to see him soon, right?

It must be.

It was the end of November on the lunar calendar, and snowflakes were slowly falling on the streets outside the capital.

The bright moon is bright, and the first snow in the capital has finally arrived.

"Master! Master! It's not good, master!"